On being someone's momma.
I think becoming a mother changes you more than anything else can.
It changes your identity- to your core
your priorities change, your goals change, your instincts even change
hello mamma bear.
inside my head: "don't you dare bring your coughing face near my infant or I swear I'll take my fist to your kisser...."
I never used to have those kind of thoughts.
sometimes I still reality check myself, thinking
wow- I really am her mom. Like my mom is my mom. Someday I'll drop her off at school, someday she'll ask for my advice (maybe) and someday I'll even help her with her own babies.
the whole reality of it still hasn't sunk in.
but I have to say- I whole-hearted believe it's changed me for the better
I love my life with Clara! I can't imagine wanting to be anywhere else
even when I can't find a place to nurse downtown- so I end up settled into a corner booth at Starbucks to try and she cries and goes on hunger strike and I'm stressed out of my mind worried about flashing the man two tables down and/or disturbing everyone in the cafe.
(cue- the mayhem that was my Tuesday afternoon)
even then- I still wouldn't change a thing.
I kind of dig this new little life we have together,
Clara and I
I have a feeling it's only going to keep getting better.